Thursday, September 15, 2011

In my angst about whether the new Muppet movie coming out in November will be good or not, I remembered this little beauty from one of the tv specials that came out some years ago.
My favorite part is probably when Miss Piggy yells something to the effect of, "Can everyone stop singing different songs?!" Oh, Baz...

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

...that when I need new music, the library catalog is being updated, ergo I can't put anything I want on hold?! Well....for consolation, I'm going to go to the bookstore today. So there.

In other news, the first rehearsal for my show is tonight...I'm very excited. After much rigamarole, we have a cast again. In order to get a replacement for someone who had other commitments, I had to brush up the phone voice again. I called...what was it?...four people before I got someone who could do it that actually had an interest.

Lesson learned: Don't count your cast members before the first rehearsal.

And so this post isn't completely lame, I leave y'all with a song I'm really loving right now from a musical called Curtains.

To make up for the angst of that song, and because I told myself I was going to be HAPPY today, I'll also leave y'all with links for Muppet Show songs I'm also loving right now.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

"You know those days when you get the mean reds?""The mean reds, you mean like the blues?""No. The blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?""Sure.""Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that'd make me feel like Tiffany's, then - then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name!"

"We're alike, me and cat. A couple of poor nameless slobs."

"I'll tell you one thing, Fred, darling... I'd marry you for your money in a minute. Would you marry me for my money?""In a minute.""I guess it's pretty lucky neither of us is rich, huh?"

I conform to non-conformity. I am myself because everyone else is taken. I am a paradox wrapped in an oxymoron smothered in contradictions in terms. I am who I am and say what I feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.